"Then you regretted it too late." Su Ming smiled and shook his head, tossing Little Blue Men a cigarette and lighting it for him. "I know you alone couldn't sway the Guardians' collective will, but you were still one of them. You enjoyed the privileges that came with your position, so now you have to bear the responsibility. That is the price."
Ganthet was Hal's old friend, and at the very least, he was quite practiced at smoking.
Hearing Deathstroke say this, he merely nodded calmly. It was the truth. If he had opposed everyone's string of decisions hundreds of millions of years ago, then he should have been locked in Stasis Space alongside the exiles instead of being here.
Those people should still be unharmed, right? Then their race still had a future and hope.
Looking down at his shriveled palm, especially the ring on his finger radiating Black Light, he sighed.
"I understand that this is all Retribution. What I regret is only that I did not inform the Justice League sooner. Kill me. I should be with my people. And thank you, Diana, but I do not deserve anyone pleading for me. Let our deaths serve as a warning. The dangers beyond the void will always exist. It is not a lie, nor is it some insubstantial thing. Yes, Perpetua exists. You must be careful."
"Perpetua is not a problem. As for why, you do not need to know."
As Su Ming said this, he had Strangle clear out those fallen Green Lanterns.
It was for their own good too, because Harley was currently piling their corpses together and swinging the Power Warhammer like she was pounding rice cakes—black rice cakes with black sesame filling.
Laughing wildly, she hammered every corpse into meat paste. Her next step